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CONUNDRUM

Poetry By: LEBEA
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a poem about the definition of one's self.


Submitted:Apr 24, 2007    Reads: 233    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   


I am he who sticks to his ideals at all costs.

He who is mystically forgiving and intuitive

While selflessly compassionate in nature.

Yet I thirst for happiness.

So, who am I?

I am he; who is confused with gullibility,

A secretly victimized escapist.

Vaguely learning to embrace the essence of his soul,

While his being thirsts for nourishment.

Presume the identity to my conundrum.

I am elementary-watery by nature.

I am the land ruled by the mighty Neptune,

Filled with gemstones and aquamarine

I am the land of sea-green skies and violet flowers.

Who am I?

I am he who is submerged in water and constantly thirsts.

I am he who believes in happy endings

And my heart never stops beating for companionship.

I am the one who bears the emblem of the dancing fish.

I am he who is in love with love.

Q: Who am I?

A: I am Piesces.

Composed by: Maake TL

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